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The Gambling System Chapter 75: A Game of Madness
Grant was yanked up roughly by one of the bouncers, dragged toward the observation room. His eyes pleaded with Peter, but Peter simply watched, cold and silent.“You two have a sign, huh?” Katharina taunted, skipping beside him as they prepared the setup. “A secret code, like naughty schoolboys. Will he flash you signals with his fingers? Wiggle his thumb, maybe?” She let out a sharp laugh, cruel and cutting.Peter only offered her a hollow smile in return.That seemed to irk her — good.In the observatory room, Grant was shoved into a hard metal chair. His heart thudded against his ribs like a war drum as a fresh deck of cards was placed in front of him.“These are your cards,” the moderator instructed, voice monotone. “Make sure your hands and the cards stay within the view of the camera at all times. Any gestures outside of the play area will be considered cheating.”Grant’s eyes darted across the surveillance room — dim, sterile, suffocating. No windows, only the cold gaze of th
The Gambling System Chapter 76: Thank you
Peter decided against using the system this time around, mainly because he had not fully recovered, the last thing he wanted was passing out again at a moment like this, only the heavens know what a maniac like Kat would do, besides he had another trick up his sleeve.They both picked their cards, and the cards were placed face-down across the grid, like traps laid in a battlefield.The backs of the cards, crimson and gold, glimmered under the harsh overhead lights, their designs swirling hypnotically — beautiful, deadly enigmas hiding life and death beneath their polished surfaces.Grant could hardly breathe.His chest heaved, but it was like the air itself had been sucked out of the room, leaving him gasping in a vacuum of fear. His vision blurred, sweat slicking his temples and rolling down his back in cold rivulets.He couldn’t stop shaking.His trembling hands hovered uselessly at his sides as he watched the camera fixed on him, its unblinking mechanical eye sealing his fat
The Gambling System Chapter 77: As planned
Peter lifted the chalice to his lips, his hand steady in appearance but cold with sweat beneath the surface.Truth be told, he had never drunk anything this strong before. The bitter sting hit his tongue like fire and acid intertwined. His throat burned as the liquid slid down, a sharp heat blooming in his chest.But it wasn’t poison.He knew that before he had taken the first sip.Not because he was lucky.No — because everything had worked out has planned.He swallowed slowly, deliberately, locking eyes with Katherina the entire time.As the final drop passed his lips, silence wrapped the room like a noose.Grant, from behind the observation glass, slammed his hands against the panel, his eyes wide with disbelief and terror. His breath fogged the surface as he choked on fear.“Again, Katharina,” he began, voice smooth but laced with underlying pain, “I should thank you for choosing this cup.”Peter lowered the chalice slowly, with almost theatrical control. He tilted it to
The Gambling System Chapter 78: Katherina’s Obsession
Ever since she was a child, Katherina had always known something about her was off.Not wrong. Not defective. No, far from it.She was simply… too perfect.Her life was a string of effortless victories. Money, power, fame — she won them all with ease. Her family, the number one gambling clan in all of Monaco, had raised her among card sharks and high-stakes predators. Even though she was not a professional gambler, Katherina had bathed in that glittering world, outwitted her elders, and devoured her rivals.Yet, no matter how much she took, no matter how high the stakes, she felt nothing.Not joy. Not thrill. Not satisfaction.The crowd could roar her name.The cash could flood her account.Her opponents could sob and beg for mercy as they lost everything.But inside, there was only a yawning, empty void.Until the day she met Her.The Queen.Noir Quin.The moment their eyes met across the gambling table, something inside Katherina twisted — knotted in ways she had never
The Gambling System Chapter 79: The Taste of Ecstasy
“It was pure ecstasy…”Katherina’s voice dripped like warm honey, slow and indulgent. Her breath, heavy with memory, misted in the chill of the dimly lit underground chamber. She leaned closer to Peter, the gleam in her amber eyes not just wild — but hungry."My brain went completely numb,” she confessed, her lips curling into a sultry smile that was far too intimate for the moment.Peter said nothing.He knew he should look away, but her tale — her madness — had a magnetic pull. Against his better judgment, he found himself listening with a strange, dangerous fascination.Katherina’s gaze never left him. She watched him the way a predator admires prey not for its fear, but for its resistance.“I finally understood," she continued, her voice dipping lower, huskier, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the rim of her chalice, "why people fall so helplessly in love with gambling. It’s the rush… the moment you offer something you can’t afford to lose, and feel your heart clench tigh
The Gambling System Chapter 80: It's time for the second round
“It’s time for the second round,” the moderator announced, her voice cold and clinical, like the clang of steel in a surgical room.All the chalices were changed and two new set of three chalices were placed before them both.Katherina leaned back in her chair, lips twitching into a devilish smile. Her golden eyes narrowed to slits. Her fingers drummed softly against the edge of the table—an erratic, hypnotic rhythm.Look at him.Peter Donovan.Sitting there with that maddening calm, that illusion of control. But she saw it. Of course she saw it—the twitch in his fingers, the subtle tension in his jaw, the slight shimmer of sweat glistening at his temple like dew on a blade.He was in pain. Suffering. Barely holding himself together.And it was beautiful.She inhaled slowly, deeply, savoring it like a connoisseur would fine wine.Delicious.They all thought the same, at first.“She’s insane.”“She’s bluffing.”“She won’t go that far.”Fools.They didn’t understand her.
The Gambling System Chapter 81: Gambling with his life
The silence inside the observation room was suffocating.Grant sat in front of the camera, cards faced down on the cold steel table, his palms pressed together in a quiet, desperate prayer. The weight of the moment sat heavy on his chest.His eyes drifted to the monitor—Peter’s face stared back at him from the soundproof chamber, unreadable as always. Calm. Silent. But Grant could feel it—beneath that still exterior, Peter was waiting.Waiting for him.“Please…” Grant whispered inwardly. “Please tell me he sees it. Please let him understand what I’m trying to do.”This time, there was no bluff. No fabricated signal. This time, Grant had chosen a deliberate card pattern—one he believed Peter could read.He has to. We’re gambling with his life.Come on, Peter… trust me.He leaned forward.And flipped the five cards.One by one.Heart. Spade. Club. Heart. Diamond.His breath hitched.That was it. That was his line of thought. That was his message.Now, it was out of his han
The Gambling System Chapter 82 – Beautiful Wicked Devil
The room went silent.Not just quiet—but utterly, viscerally still. Time seemed to pause, caught in the tension between two heartbeats.Peter’s gaze didn’t waver.He watched her.He waited.Katherina clutched the empty chalice like a sacred relic, her knuckles pale against the cold metal. Her lips twitched, parted, trembled. Then—She smiled.“…Nothing happened.”Her voice was breathless, disbelieving, colored with tremors of adrenaline and awe.She lifted her head slowly, wide amber eyes locking onto Peter.“I’m not dead,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.Peter didn’t answer.She inhaled—then suddenly gasped. And the floodgates opened.Laughter.Loud. Raw. Rapturous.It burst from her throat with manic abandon, ricocheting off the stone walls like gunfire. Her entire body shook with it as she staggered backward, her laughter evolving into a near-ecstatic shriek.“I’m not dead!” she screamed, spinning on her heel with the grace of a mad ballerina. Her arms f
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Chapter 85 – The Storm After the Silence
The moment Grant was unshackled and released from the nightmare underground, he didn’t pause. He didn’t question. He didn’t breathe.He ran.The corridors blurred as his footsteps echoed through them, heartbeat matching their pace. His legs screamed, his lungs burned, but he didn’t stop—not until he reached the hospital.The automatic doors hissed open. The sterile air of antiseptics and soft beeping monitors filled his senses. But none of it mattered—not the nurse passing him with a clipboard, nor the receptionist offering a quiet smile.Only the room at the end of the hallway mattered.Peter’s room.Grant approached quietly, his earlier urgency melting into something more hesitant, more fragile. He paused at the door, looking in through the narrow glass pane.And there he was.Peter Donovan.Sitting upright in the hospital bed, the white sheets folded neatly across his lap, an IV still trailing from his arm. He wasn’t asleep, but neither did he look awake. His eyes were open, fixed
Chapter 84 – Reflection of a Cheat
The cards were revealed.One by one, Grant’s lineup appeared on the screen.Heart. Spade. Club. Heart. Diamond.The silence in the chamber was electric, the kind of silence that comes not from stillness—but from tension so thick it strangles the air itself.Peter didn’t flinch. Instead, he scoffed, loud and deliberate.Then rolled his eyes.Then hissed—like a predator who had spotted something stupidly obvious in his prey.“How boring,” he said, dragging out the words like venom. “Katherina… are you even aware that Grant is right-handed?”“Huh?” Katherina blinked, caught off guard. “What does that have to do with anything?”Peter leaned back slightly, folding his arms, eyes fixed on the screen.“During the first and second rounds, he used his left hand to flip the cards,” Peter explained, his tone sharp. “And the symbols on the cards—did you not notice they were mirrored? The suits were reversed. Clubs and spades facing the wrong way.”Katherina’s brow furrowed.“The only
Chapter 83: Interference
In the soundproof observation chamber, Grant was practically buzzing with relief and joy. His fists clenched in silent triumph, his eyes wide with excitement.“Peter…” he whispered, eyes wide with admiration. “You’re amazing. You really pulled it off again. You knew exactly what I was thinking! We’re actually doing it.”He leaned back in his seat, a breathless grin overtaking his face for the first time since this nightmare began. Maybe they could win this. Maybe this hellish gamble could actually end in their favor.He grinned as he looked down at the next stack of cards laid before him. For the first time since this hellish game began, starting another round felt like good news.“This time, I’ll reproduce her lineup again,” Grant thought, flipping through the cards with eager hands. “Peter will catch on. We’ve got this.”But then—Riiiiing.The moderator's phone rang, sharply, slicing through the air like a guillotine. The moderator, ever calm and unreadable, picked it up and
Chapter 82 – Beautiful Wicked Devil
The room went silent.Not just quiet—but utterly, viscerally still. Time seemed to pause, caught in the tension between two heartbeats.Peter’s gaze didn’t waver.He watched her.He waited.Katherina clutched the empty chalice like a sacred relic, her knuckles pale against the cold metal. Her lips twitched, parted, trembled. Then—She smiled.“…Nothing happened.”Her voice was breathless, disbelieving, colored with tremors of adrenaline and awe.She lifted her head slowly, wide amber eyes locking onto Peter.“I’m not dead,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.Peter didn’t answer.She inhaled—then suddenly gasped. And the floodgates opened.Laughter.Loud. Raw. Rapturous.It burst from her throat with manic abandon, ricocheting off the stone walls like gunfire. Her entire body shook with it as she staggered backward, her laughter evolving into a near-ecstatic shriek.“I’m not dead!” she screamed, spinning on her heel with the grace of a mad ballerina. Her arms f
Chapter 81: Gambling with his life
The silence inside the observation room was suffocating.Grant sat in front of the camera, cards faced down on the cold steel table, his palms pressed together in a quiet, desperate prayer. The weight of the moment sat heavy on his chest.His eyes drifted to the monitor—Peter’s face stared back at him from the soundproof chamber, unreadable as always. Calm. Silent. But Grant could feel it—beneath that still exterior, Peter was waiting.Waiting for him.“Please…” Grant whispered inwardly. “Please tell me he sees it. Please let him understand what I’m trying to do.”This time, there was no bluff. No fabricated signal. This time, Grant had chosen a deliberate card pattern—one he believed Peter could read.He has to. We’re gambling with his life.Come on, Peter… trust me.He leaned forward.And flipped the five cards.One by one.Heart. Spade. Club. Heart. Diamond.His breath hitched.That was it. That was his line of thought. That was his message.Now, it was out of his han
Chapter 80: It's time for the second round
“It’s time for the second round,” the moderator announced, her voice cold and clinical, like the clang of steel in a surgical room.All the chalices were changed and two new set of three chalices were placed before them both.Katherina leaned back in her chair, lips twitching into a devilish smile. Her golden eyes narrowed to slits. Her fingers drummed softly against the edge of the table—an erratic, hypnotic rhythm.Look at him.Peter Donovan.Sitting there with that maddening calm, that illusion of control. But she saw it. Of course she saw it—the twitch in his fingers, the subtle tension in his jaw, the slight shimmer of sweat glistening at his temple like dew on a blade.He was in pain. Suffering. Barely holding himself together.And it was beautiful.She inhaled slowly, deeply, savoring it like a connoisseur would fine wine.Delicious.They all thought the same, at first.“She’s insane.”“She’s bluffing.”“She won’t go that far.”Fools.They didn’t understand her.
Chapter 79: The Taste of Ecstasy
“It was pure ecstasy…”Katherina’s voice dripped like warm honey, slow and indulgent. Her breath, heavy with memory, misted in the chill of the dimly lit underground chamber. She leaned closer to Peter, the gleam in her amber eyes not just wild — but hungry."My brain went completely numb,” she confessed, her lips curling into a sultry smile that was far too intimate for the moment.Peter said nothing.He knew he should look away, but her tale — her madness — had a magnetic pull. Against his better judgment, he found himself listening with a strange, dangerous fascination.Katherina’s gaze never left him. She watched him the way a predator admires prey not for its fear, but for its resistance.“I finally understood," she continued, her voice dipping lower, huskier, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the rim of her chalice, "why people fall so helplessly in love with gambling. It’s the rush… the moment you offer something you can’t afford to lose, and feel your heart clench tigh
Chapter 78: Katherina’s Obsession
Ever since she was a child, Katherina had always known something about her was off.Not wrong. Not defective. No, far from it.She was simply… too perfect.Her life was a string of effortless victories. Money, power, fame — she won them all with ease. Her family, the number one gambling clan in all of Monaco, had raised her among card sharks and high-stakes predators. Even though she was not a professional gambler, Katherina had bathed in that glittering world, outwitted her elders, and devoured her rivals.Yet, no matter how much she took, no matter how high the stakes, she felt nothing.Not joy. Not thrill. Not satisfaction.The crowd could roar her name.The cash could flood her account.Her opponents could sob and beg for mercy as they lost everything.But inside, there was only a yawning, empty void.Until the day she met Her.The Queen.Noir Quin.The moment their eyes met across the gambling table, something inside Katherina twisted — knotted in ways she had never
Chapter 77: As planned
Peter lifted the chalice to his lips, his hand steady in appearance but cold with sweat beneath the surface.Truth be told, he had never drunk anything this strong before. The bitter sting hit his tongue like fire and acid intertwined. His throat burned as the liquid slid down, a sharp heat blooming in his chest.But it wasn’t poison.He knew that before he had taken the first sip.Not because he was lucky.No — because everything had worked out has planned.He swallowed slowly, deliberately, locking eyes with Katherina the entire time.As the final drop passed his lips, silence wrapped the room like a noose.Grant, from behind the observation glass, slammed his hands against the panel, his eyes wide with disbelief and terror. His breath fogged the surface as he choked on fear.“Again, Katharina,” he began, voice smooth but laced with underlying pain, “I should thank you for choosing this cup.”Peter lowered the chalice slowly, with almost theatrical control. He tilted it to
